Turned Poems - Poems about Turned

What's man that heaven turned to hell in Eden's garden? It's a tale, as old as time before the flood, before Cain spilled Abel's blood. Subtler than murder, the neighbor grows rich against the miserably poor; with might, the sword then scorns the right, and we're caged away from the light. If light is hid, where goes compassion? If mercy's outmoded old-fashion, then...

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Do I call it an unhealthy obsession? The insanity of my restless mind? A picture-perfect story, unsuited for the frame But would it be too much to ask for? To record every laugh of yours To capture every fleeing second of your frame To hear your voice on an endless loop, To love you a little more and then again...

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Maturity doesn't come with age, but in silence, through each page turned with care, through inner storms that no one sees, where self-knowledge frees the spirit. Not in crowds or in the spotlight, but in gentle moments, in whispered prayers, we don't yearn for the life that shines, but for the one that speaks in subtle and discreet...

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We have turned this entire earth into a senseless graveyard through ignorance and fear, people are afraid to say YES to life, afraid to listen to the deep laws of their BEING, afraid to surrender to the direct experience of life as if to a purifying stream, remaining forever captive in the clutches of cultural conditioning that drowns...

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Radio dials, caught inside turned up. Radio dials slide back down. Radio dials play what shapes us, radio dials make us nostalgic. Radio dials adorn the air, radio dials search for a new song. Radio dials tune in to that voice, radio dials grab us with the first note. Radio dials may hook static radio dials give us some magic! Radio dials, something of...

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"I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins." Lauren Eden home's life expressed through a mom's magic love the tone be it gay or sad slips from the mother's heartstrings engulfing each if the shadows be gray, muted or sunny yellow each child will carry for their whole life love or hate whichever she gives unless somewhere someone or event gives...

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Today I went out into the city with my soul turned inside out, like an old coat reversed, And on streets filled with shadows and lights, people looked at me with curious eyes, As if they had glimpsed a stranger in their own story, a character without purpose, And friends called me, their voices like echoes from a...

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Dusty box of memories, Where I've been visiting lately With no set of boundaries, Just to see you closely Embrace you widely, You who disregarded my love, My sincerity you shove, I became an outcast who lacked abundantly Still I always come back, Before all things turned black, In your arms I used to abide, I was yours set aside the pride. ©?Written Whispers...

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She turned her face from me, so pale, Like waning moons that softly fail, And drift beyond the tides of sight, Lost within the arms of night. Her eyes, once stars that lit my way, Grew cold as dawn that will not stay, And silence wove its silver thread Through all the words we left unsaid. I called her name—the wind replied, A hollow...

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Early October. I accidentally came across your message, I dare not open it, after it caught my eye "Police contacted. You..." What did he try to prove? End of September, a note was hand delivered direct to your letter box. I did that to have a closure and To show you for the first and last time, I could also be in...

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Three months went pass uneasy. My feelings for him has not lessen any. Never dare to dream of being his bf or gf, Just a simple fun loving relationship. Yet, he was so mean, could not afford it. One day, on a warm sunny afternoon, One Thursday, all of a sudden, His hobo figure slowly approaches, Along and under the street treelines. It...

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She said his grin was as charming as a Shoebill Stock. Warning others of his lack of beauty and handsomeness. His presence caused others to feel spooked and haunted creating a situation hard to ignore and forget. Nearing 3;45 the clouds overtook the sunlight a chilling darkness took it's place. Glooming the edges of daytime a start upon her face. He stood there watching and waiting with no...

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Like a whip-sword with a blade, it looked humble and curled. I thought it's the softest pink sapphire in the world. In your brawl with me, for causeless cause, when you swore Endless embers of volcanoes gushed from your core. Your pessimism, like toxin-puffed balloons, soared high A pain from within me throbbed into a sigh Scorn, like fire from fighting...

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When the years has passed by with Trump as our Guiding light. The path that is righteous during his time was ripped from people who Listened to the Harsh Words of the Main Media outlets of the World. They created the riots and paid people to do harm. Enriched the Government and Private Sectors to...

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Captive truth in pages stay confined, History no kind be to mankind. In vain Draupadis cry, We all watch will-less dry, Why just Dhritarashtra? Proud, what we call rashtra, Perhaps all of the world has turned blind. __________________________ Translation |04.09.2024| history, women, world Poet’s note: What with the happenings all around the world today, this quip based on an episode in Mahabharata, points...

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